Where the second person comes first

1st March 2018

MONDAY MORNING

Naked, the hoses were turned on you in winter, the aim being to make human popsicles. Later, you obeyed the order and started to eat the grass in the stadium on all fours. Later again, you jumped about singing on a pile of corpses beside a flaming pit while your fellow prisoners were shot standing on the edge, before it was finally your turn to fall.